a face so bright as bright as the sun.
Days have gone by I miss that face,
I try hard to find, but it's only shadows I chase.
Summers gone and winter I long,
The cold feeling I have inside is the same outside,
reaching far, reaching wide to meet that hand,
I reach a tranquil place an unknown land
then I wake up to see it's just another dream.
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